Well after a few minutes of rubbing, a commercial came on and she lay down flat and put her arms at her sides. "Rub harder . . . I'm really stiff from...soccer the last couple of days," she remarked as she lay her head on the pillow. I repositioned a bit so I could get more strength and really give her a good massage. When I was working her shoulders, I realized my cock was pretty much right against her tight little ass. For a second, I thought I was going to get a hardon . . . so I moved down a. I wasn’t but hadn’t had much experience. "I’ll soon change that," he said, "I’ll train you like I did my Margaret. You can call me Daddy and by the time I’m ready to dump you in the river, you’ll be more experienced than the whores that parade along the quayside in town."I pleaded with him but he hit me across the shoulders with the cane. "Listen Girlie," he growled, "I shall fuck you in every hole and do anything else I want with you. Object as much as you like but in the end this little cane,. A book with complicated positions lay unused in the cupboard and toys felt too unnatural. They tried watching porn together. But even the softer and girl-friendly version was more than a little awkward.Determined not to be the cliché wife, Lisa tried reading erotic stories. She discovered that many of them had the desired effect on her lust. Unfortunately, Chris’ work became busier than ever, and he often came home tired as a dog. While Lisa rediscovered the pleasures of masturbation, the. But don’t worry. I got through it. After reading some sex blogs yesterday by other women who also feel like their libidos are about seventeen stories higher than their husbands can climb, I realized that I will do myself a big favor if I really stop depending on my husband so much for my own sexual pleasure. There’s been a lot of sex toy-shopping talk going on, and I’m going to figure out how to get that done this week. And I’m also going to send myself to Masturbation Improvement School. I’m.